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You do not know how
dark was the night, You
do not know how bad
was the fear... So I
opened the window wide.
I just had to put on the
light here...
You do not know how
soft was my song and
what torment there was in
the sound of the tolling I
heard all week long filling
villages and fields around.
And that sound,
measured and slightly
cracked, early in April
through black air flying,
was much like a loose
shutter's dry rap on the
bones of the last
snowstorms dying...
And how could one have
known in advance how
alarmed, cautious, nimble,
arcane was the plush
pussy-willow's pearl
dance and the silvery
sparks of fine rain;
and what worries had
beset the life of the quiet
man who rode an ass to
Jerusalem - and what new
leaf his ordeals would
turn over for us;
and what summer then
still lay ahead
in an endlessly hot
embrace locked;
why an old woman so
sadly looked,
shaking wisely her head;
shy she said,
"Ah, poor lass, guess her
goose has been cooked!"
Money
Economics
Money
The night of falling money.....
 
The month of August is half gone on earth
As evening comes they throw on shawls and scarfs.
The time has come for wasps of noble-birth
to settle on their parasitic banquet.
As women tell their fortunes over jam: Lazy and vigilant, sharp-eyed but blind. I gaze at the window where time resides
disguised as softly dying summer.
This image of carousing wasps could only appeal to those who haven't boiled jam. Here is brewing a stronger broth:
Devouring life while seeming uninvolved.
For me there was never such a summer.
"And there will never be another," I hear proclaimed.
I shudder: for an Money has just fallen,
And put its accent on the "Never" from within.
The frightened heart beats faster, out of time, A shame, poor thing, to watch it beat so madly; Does the close
neighborhood of non-existence affect it so unmercifully sadly?
No, this is August, time for falling money, I simply do not recognize what's said, My anger flared because those silly
money so clearly on the "not" put their stress.
So let it be - the shorter and the dearer. Thus it goes on the night of money falling. Munching and trumpling over all
fecundity sweet life comes home from all its cheerful strolling.
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